Man and the Monster

(These are short stories that I write after given prompts from family and friends. You can also post a comment with a prompt of your own!)

Prompt: "The man on the boat was holding his sandwich when suddenly......."

It was a clear, cloudless day. The family was sailing across the lake in their pontoon boat.
Lunch had been made.
Turkey.
Lettuce.
Cheese.
Tomato.
These were put together to make a sandwich fit for a king.

His wife handed him the sandwich. The aroma began to fill his senses and his mouth began to water. Such glorious-ness was this sandwich. He couldn't wait to sink his teeth into the soft wheat bread.

This man on the boat held his sandwich when suddenly....he saw it.

The Loch Ness Monster.

He had grown up with stories about ol' Nessie, His father and grandfather spent many of their weekends hunting the beast. His grandfather saw it when he was a child. Now our man with the turkey sandwich, Erik Yordriksson, decided at a young age that Nessie was his grandfather's imagination going wild. No one had ever believed him except his son, Erik's father. Or, that's what mum always said.

But here he is, and there she is. A few yards out from his boat lies a head with monstrous eyes peering just above the surface.

The sandwich slowly falls from his hands into the water below.

Grandfather's childish fantasy just became very real.